Tuesday, December 1, 2009

.Woman #887.

woman,

you have suspended the heaven
from your breast.
breathed tides to still waters
and moved the earth with your
nervous feet.

You,
fire breathing sunset woman
why dont you know the worth held in your palms.
why not see
molten life spilling from between your legs
as holy.

rain dance on cosmos
and shower the tops of our head
with your beauty.

if you would only see,
you aren't some broken
down object
subjected to subjects of
late night sentences from
drunken tongues of those who dont
know your seasons.

that mirror hanging on the wall
aint no picture of heaven...
but of god
and of
you.


2 comments:

j. blackbird said...

"that mirror hanging on the wall
aint no picture of heaven...
but of god
and of
you."

a reflection that binds and blinds all worship...instead of singing of your grace.

so lovely tabs.

i missed this.

Yesika said...

that part that the pretty birdy quoted... is so beautiful i quoted you on my blog.